Jono crouched down low, watching Emma's hands run through the sand. Zen... he could always use more zen. And sandcastles were a wonderfully simple, delightfully tactile sort of solution.
... He was pretty certain that burying somebody alive in his brain would end horribly. Both for that poor bastard and for himself, eventually.
"Sandcastles," he murmured, nodding faintly. "Temporary safeguards you take to protect what's there, knowing that something big is going to wash it mostly away soon enough. The important thing is that it doesn't wipe away what you need. Just what you left there for it to find first."
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Date: 2014-12-28 05:00 am (UTC)... He was pretty certain that burying somebody alive in his brain would end horribly. Both for that poor bastard and for himself, eventually.
"Sandcastles," he murmured, nodding faintly. "Temporary safeguards you take to protect what's there, knowing that something big is going to wash it mostly away soon enough. The important thing is that it doesn't wipe away what you need. Just what you left there for it to find first."